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This story is written in collaboration with my friend Fred in Norway and it is completely fictional. It contains descriptions of sexual interactions and BDSM activities between a young man (18 when the story begins), his older lover and other men.
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COLIN'S NEW ADVENTURES
Chapter 78
The sun was shining and the weather was really good that morning in the north-east of Scotland. Young Colin was waiting. He was waiting at Aberdeen International Airport. He used his hand to give his eyes some shade as he looked north-east for a plane - quite a small plane - coming from Bergen in Norway. On board was Olav, Colin's boyfriend' as he sometimes called him. His piss-brother' was another name he used for him since they first pissed together up in Lerwick almost a year ago and neither of them had a real brother.
Much had happened during the course of the year. Colin had started his career as an international model, and both boys were about to end their first year at university.
The connection between them was Olav's Uncle Thor. Thor, a Norwegian like Olav, was a guest professor in Glasgow and one of Colin's tutors. Thor was about to leave Glasgow now and Olav was coming to visit, and to be a guest at Thor's farewell party. That was the official reason. The main reason was that Olav and Colin hadn't spent any real time with each other since Christmas; the Christmas they celebrated with Thor and Colin's Daddy Bill, up in the Norwegian wilderness. Olav had seen Colin in Copenhagen some weeks earlier when Colin had his last modelling event but they had to share their time with the German company team and with Olav's student friends.
Colin was waiting for Olav, yes, but he felt his dick grow also when he thought of Gunnar, a second cousin of Thor. Gunnar was a man of the wilderness, 35 years old, tough looking from years out in the National Park as an inspector. And he had been blessed with a stallion's cock. He had allowed the boys to measure him and his erection was 12 inches (30 cm) long and as thick as a small arm. Just the thought made Colin adjust the small bulge inside his tight denims. He knew that Gunnar was on his way to Cairngorms National Park, for an international conference at The Reindeer Centre. Olav had told Colin on Skype the week before that Gunnar had bought him a return ticket to Scotland. Thor did not know that Olav was coming, but Bill had been very happy when Colin asked if Olav could stay with them during the visit. Olav had blushed when Colin told him that Bill hoped he would share his bed like last time.
It was still early in the day. Colin had started from Aberfoyle in the Trossachs at sunrise. The three hour drive in his fast sports car had been a joy, and the not to good singer had entertained himself as he drove through the Scottish landscape. With eyes filled with tears, or because of the sharp sun, he had sung again and again "Danny boyÉ" He could not say why but he always related this Irish song to Olav.
In one way Colin was happy that the drive wasn't longer. His butt was very sore. The previous evening had been spent with Uncle George and his two nephews and Colin had enjoyed servicing the three hot studs. And when Colin's friend from Newcastle, Charlie, had arrived with a third nephew, the party had been complete. Charlie joined in the orgy with the Highland stallions but didn't have the same stamina as Colin.
The white plane was like a bird in the clear sky and Colin hurried inside towards the arrivals gate when he saw it approach. "Only men, or mostly men on this flight," Colin thought as he looked out the window : tough men on their way to the North Sea oilfields. But there was Olav, his blond hair like a cloud around his head. Colin smiled to himself as he saw Olav trying to fix his hair in the strong breeze, but in vain. And behind Olav was Gunnar the hulk, with green mountain gear and a backpack. Then Colin lost them as they entered the terminal to go through passport control and Customs. He was impatient and excited.
Colin let all shyness, if he ever had any, go and greeted Olav with both arms and a tight hug. Then he looked around and gave Olav a small kiss on his waiting mouth. Gunnar was there shortly after and lifted him like a kid and hugged him hard like the bear he resembled.
Colin had no words. His eyes were filled with tears. "Great to see you, Bro," he whispered with a thick voice. He took care of Olav's small luggage. "Let's find the car now. I've booked a hotel for us," again he whispered.
"ButÉ" Olav looked at Gunnar.
"We'll sort things out, no problem," Colin said as he took Olav's hand.
"I have to piss," Olav said. "Too much to drink while waiting, and then coffee on the flight." Olav put a hand in front of his crotch.
"Please look after for the luggage for us, Gunnar," Colin said. "I will take my piss-brother to the toilet."
"Take your time, guys. I didn't see anyone from the National Park here so I have to make a call." Gunnar winked at the two when they left.
Olav had grown some inches in the last year, while Colin was the same 5ft 4in (163.5 cm) as last time. His height had been checked when he went for the medical exam before his recent swimming competition.
"Please measure my cock too!" He had said to the old doctor as if that had something to do with swimming.
"Just the same as last time, and the time before," was the doctor's answer. "But you're obviously as horny as ever." The doctor had said and had then jerked his young swimmer to a shooting finale.
Colin was happy that he found a free cubicle inside the gents toilet. Both Olav and Colin undressed completely in a hurry. Naked they inspected each other. It was very different from the Skype inspection they had done nearly every week.
"We must renew our pact!" Colin tried to send a yellow jet down into the bowl; not easy with a super hard cock. Olav was the first to piss. He really had to. And then they did as they had done in Shetland, and later in the snow in Norway - they pissed with each other's streams crossing. "Now we are brothers again!" Olav said and found Colin's lips in a deep, deep kiss. Their tongues fought and their lips went sore.
Colin closed the toilet bowl and lifted Olav up onto the cover. He took Olav's still dripping cock into his mouth. He did not comment but he knew that Olav had grown a bit since the last time he swallowed his cock. Half a centimetre more had been the proud result the last time they measured.
"The shortest mouth-fuck ever," Colin told his Daddy that night. Olav gave his piss-brother his spunk. He filled his mouth until Colin started to cough. Colin swallowed some before the boys' mouths again met. As on many times before they shared their juices.
"Have you cum already?" Olav asked Colin before they changed position.
"Close to, close to," Colin said and without touching himself his white cum hit Olav's eyes and nose. Then Olav opened his mouth and took care of the next eruptions. The two grinned when they licked each other's faces clean and tried to organise their clothing inside the small cubicle.
"Nice meeting, Colin? Olav has waited and waited for this day." Gunnar smiled a broad smile. Then he took one finger and caught a white drop beside Olav's right eye. He showed it to Olav who blushed and took the drop from the finger with his tongue.
"Some mix up in the planning," Gunnar said. "The guy from the Reindeer Centre who was supposed to meet me is in Glasgow, thinking I was due to arrive tomorrow. He suggested I take a bus or the train to Perth and said he will pick me up there tomorrow morning. I'll need to find a hotel there."
"No problem," Colin said. "Please come with us to Perth, it's just a couple of hours drive. I have booked accommodation there for us." Colin looked at Olav. He could not tell him that he had telephoned the guide at the National Park yesterday evening and made some arrangements. The Park official would meet Gunnar after breakfast the next day.
In his fantasy Colin had dreamt of Olav's cock in his mouth and Gunnar's super-cock in his boy-cunt on their first night in Scotland. He still had that in mind when he stopped his yellow Just Colin car in front of the inn on the outskirts of the city.
"I have made a reservation and there are three of us." Colin took charge in the small inn's reception. "We have only one room reserved in your name," the young porter informed Colin. "But it's a big room."
Colin saw that Gunnar was about to interfere. "Okay for us?" Colin looked at Olav, who nodded. Colin used his broadest smile and looked at Gunnar. "We have shared a room before so you are welcome!"
Gunnar tried to be modest but he had hoped for this since they left the airport. He met Colin with teasing eyes. "I can sleep on the floor. That's what I do out in the wilderness, you know."
"Okay, fine! We are settled then," Colin received the key and helped Olav with the luggage.
Inside the room, a room with a beautiful view to the Firth of Tay, they saw only one bed but a king size one. "Perfect," said Colin. "Then you don't have to lie on the floor." He looked at Olav as to ask for permission, before he hugged Gunnar tight. Gunnar bent down and found Colin's neck and kissed him. Colin stayed very tight and gave Gunnar his lips. The kiss was rough and hard, but Gunnar's tongue met Colin's. Olav looked on, blushing.
"Okay, kids. Forget about me. There's a marked trail through the forest here. I saw that from information in the reception, and I need a walk and some fresh air after the long travel. Guess you have a lot to talk about." He grinned and went to the toilet. When finished with his toilet visit, he saw clothes spread all over the floor and something like fighting going on under the bed-cover. He shook his head and left the young lovers.
The two in bed knew that they would see each other often in the days to come but making love here in full freedom was something both of them urgently needed. Colin remembered the meeting in Shetland, and he thought about the hot days and nights in the snow-covered landscape at Christmas. The bed-cover was too warm and soon the two quite similar bodies playfully fought to sit on the top of each other and be the winner.
Colin turned around and found Olav's boner. "You let the hair grow, Bro," he said as he tugged Olav's dark-blond bush. "Think I have to trim it a bit." He sniffed the hair before he put the stiff cock into his mouth.
"Please do." Olav had problems talking. "I hope you will!"
"Or maybe Daddy would like to inspect you first. He's good with the razor." Colin turned to a sixty-nine position and let his own cock fill the Norwegian teenager's mouth. Colin was by far the best sucker but Olav was crazy with his tongue. He licked Colin's balls, his cock-shaft and his naked glans before moving lower to follow the perineum with the tip of his tongue. Colin opened his mouth and gasped when Olav's tongue reached his pink puckered love-hole.
"Aye, aye!" Colin screamed. "Put it inside, please Bro. Tongue-fuck me. Yes, yes." Even though the youngsters had a welcome relief at the airport, the two were filled with lust and needs. Colin kept Olav's cock inside his mouth while he licked two fingers and let them find Olav's tight cunt. Both of them wailed like they were hurt, but the truth was that both of them were very close to cumming again.
"Please fuck me, brother. Please fuck me hard!" Colin placed himself on his back beside Olav.
"Wait for Gunnar! He can give you a cock to dream of, remember!" Olav was searching inside Colin's love-hole with a finger. The Scot had lifted his legs and was ready for the young Norwegian.
"Gunnar is Gunnar, and you are you, brother. Very different, very different, but now I want you to fuck me. I want you to push your cock inside me and find the button you know. You're just the correct size for that." Colin opened his arse. "Come on love, I have jerked off looking at the picture of that cock night after night. Now I want it inside me."
The 4.5 inch (11 cm) cock was not a weapon for bottoming Colin's love-hole, but the sweet and tender Norwegian youngster was a master at giving pleasure. He presented an iron-hard cock and was met by Colin's tight hole. The two made a real loving couple and when Olav rotated his prick just around Colin's prostate, the bottom guy was sending drop after drop of pre-cum down his own cock. Olav caught every drop, put them in his mouth, and shared the sweet taste with Colin. "Be ready," Colin cried. "Be ready, I'm cumming."
Olav used two fingers around Colin's cock and managed to get most of his seven or eight spurts on his own body. Then he rammed his cock as deep as he could, one, two, three times before he, with a grin, climbed on Colin's body and served his `piss-brother' a white geyser. Colin caught it with his mouth and tongue before he let Olav put his still very stiff prick into his mouth. His cleaning was famous and the very tender Olav whined when Colin licked his cockhead and took special care to clean every part of the cock. Colin whined as well when his friend used his tongue and lips for a cleaning, first on his cock and balls, then around and inside his still quite tight rosebud.
When Gunnar sneaked into the room half an hour later the two youngsters looked like one body, arms and legs around each other, still naked on top of the bed. The sweating man felt the room rather cool, so he took a blanket and covered the sleeping boys.
Colin looked at him without moving. "Take a nap with us, Gunnar. There's still some time before supper," he whispered.
"But I smell of sweat and the forest, baby. I need a shower first, I think." Gunnar hesitated.
"You smell like a real man, Gunnar. Please come. I love that smell." With one hand he invited Gunnar into the bed. The 35 year old Norwegian hunk pulled off his t-shirt and stripped off his shorts, his two only pieces of clothing. Colin got a glimpse of the stallion-like cock when Gunnar lay down and put one strong brown arm across the two lads.
Colin tried to relax, but that wasn't easy lying tight between the two Norwegian cousins. His thoughts went back to the winter visit in the Norwegian mountains, the ride in the `snowcat' in the stormy weather, with Gunnar's huge cock touching his butt while his warm chin and lips played with his hair.
He couldn't stop thinking about the 6ft 6in (nearly 2 metres) tall man who had cared for his little prick and made him cry with lust, and then the combination of real pain which transformed to heat and an orgasm when Gunnar penetrated him with his weapon for the first time.
Colin licked Olav's earlobe. The boy slept after the long journey, `brothers for life' as they had promised each other after a loving meeting up in the Scottish Islands. Colin found one of Olav's nipples. The very tender Olav, who could be as hard as any guy, whined in his sleep when Colin squeezed his nipple. "I wonder if I will see him multi-orgasm again." He thought about how Olav's body could tremble, and his cock spit clear liquid again and again, when stimulated after his first cumming. "I'm sure Daddy will see to that," Colin thought. The thoughts meant to be relaxing had instead made him horny and wet.
"You want him again already?" Gunnar whispered lightly.
"He has a cock like a morning boner, just feel it."
Gunnar's hand touched Olav's cock before he did the same to Colin. "More morning wood here, I see." Gunnar used two fingers and pulled back Colin's foreskin and played with the pre-cum.
"I want you now, Gunnar. I want you desperately. I have wanted you all day, since I met you at the airport." Colin turned his head. Gunnar kissed the tip of his nose, then very gently his hot red lips.
"You think you can take me now, baby? We had plenty of time to warmed up in the cottage, remember? If we do it now, it could be as painful as first time I screwed you." Gunnar's cock was hard now. He wanted the fuck too, it seemed.
"Bro here has opened me. He's a master with his tongue you know, and he screwed me like a real top. I wonder how he has been able to practise." Colin pressed his backside firmly against the man whose breathing told of emotion.
"There's a lot of chicks in Bergen, you know!" Gunnar squeezed one of Colin's buttocks.
"Not as many as in the winter cottages, I guess. Any luck with the couple you looked after last winter?" Colin answered back.
"Too cold in winter. But I have two assistants now, very clever and very hot, a young student and his girlfriend. They need some help from time to time." Gunnar grinned. He put two fingers in Colin's mouth and let him suck before he spat on them. Colin spread his legs when Gunnar found his entrance. Very carefully, he put his fingers inside the boy, played with his arse, tugged his ring and found his love-button.
"Can you take one more?" Gunnar whispered. He put a third finger inside Colin's arse and let the huge hands play with both the arse and his balls. Gunnar gripped Colin's lower body tight as if it was a bowling ball. With closed eyes Colin felt that Olav was awake.
Olav lowered himself and found Colin's stiffy. The youngster was now sucked and finger-fucked at the same time. He could not stay silent any longer. His moans of pleasure and lust filled the room. When Gunnar's fourth finger entered him, he howled. "Prepare me, Olav!"
Gunnar threw aside the bed-cover and turned his 12 inch (30 cm) cock to Olav while he still finger-fucked Colin. Olav knew this super-tool from many years of play and knew exactly what made this mountain guard harden even more. Then he found the tube of jelly he had used on his own dick earlier and made Gunnar's dick shine. He even squeezed some jelly on the working fingers.
"Stop, please. Stop or I'll be cumming in a minute!" Colin cried.
"No, I will not stop now," Gunnar said. "Don't control yourself, baby. No need. Just let your whole body empty, let me eat you. Give it to me baby, cut the brakes. Let's go, eh!" Gunnar looked at Colin's wet eyes, his sweating body, his shaking head, and then he heard his roar when his orgasm built up. The man bent and caught Colin's spurts in his mouth. Colin's orgasm went on and went on. Colin tugged Gunnar's hair, he tugged him hard, but Gunnar did not withdraw his fingers until the last spasm ended.
Gunnar pulled Olav down beside Colin and opened their mouths. Then he fed each of them with Colin's spunk before he ordered them to kiss each other. Olav was very horny and Gunnar was ready to finish the action. Then the two saw that the young model still was hard after his heavy orgasm.
Gunnar gave Olav a pillow and placed him behind Colin in the bed. "You take Colin's legs, Olav. I want to see my lover's face when I screw him. You ready for my cock now, Colin, or do we wait until after supper?"
"Please fuck me, Gunnar. Fuck me hard and see if you can get me to spunk again. I'm not empty you see." Colin squeezed his own balls.
Olav let Colin's body rest very close. He lifted Colin's legs and Colin opened his arse by pulling his buttocks apart. Gunnar, the huge man, had problems finding the right position, but soon his cockhead rested outside the rosebud. Colin looked very tight, despite the recent finger-job. "Open up kid, don't be afraid," Gunnar whispered. Then he gave Colin a friendly but hard spank on each buttock. "Take my cock, make it your toy!"
"Be gentle, Gunnar. Please don't hurt him. He's so tight." Olav looked at his cousin with begging eyes.
"Stop chatting, guys. Mount me, Gunnar. Fill me up. Abuse my nipples too, yes, yesÉ" Colin felt a stinging pain when the Norwegian used his fingers and his nails on the sore nipples. The pain on his upper body gave him an adrenaline rush so when Gunnar's cock entered his boy-cunt and forced the first 4 inches (10 cm) inside Colin gasped for air. His eyes went wet.
"You okay, baby?" Gunnar kissed Colin's forehead.
"Go on, stallion! I've taken that man-cock from you before, but do it slow please." Colin was sweating in Olav's arms.
Gunnar went on, slowly and steadily. When he was 10 inches (25 cm) into the boy's hole, he stopped. Colin's erection was falling. "You don't have to take more love," he said but he maintained the pressure.
"I want you to give me the rest. I want to feel your balls hitting me." Colin tried to smile, but the pain was like his first penetration. "Stay there a moment. Just stay there. I'm stuffed, all stuffed, Gunnar," Colin cried.
The boy was given some rest, but soon Gunnar started to move. After some short, slow strokes in and out, he came all the way out and penetrated Colin again. The same for the third time, and then for the fourth time, all the way to the bottom. Colin changed colour and his breathing changed too, and now his small prick was again as hard as iron. For every time Gunnar pressed his love-knot, another clear drop left his piss slit. Gunnar took one hand and wanked Colin very gently, collected the pre-cum with one finger and gave it to Olav who sucked it with his eyes closed.
"Fuck me harder, Viking, much harder. Don't pity me. I've dreamt of your cock for months. We have fantasised and talked about it. True, Olav?" Colin found Olav's eyes. "Hot sight eh? Sexy cock." Colin had problems talking for a second. "Don't piss on me, brother! My neck is getting wet." He looked at Olav again.
"I'm cumming, Colin. I can't wait, sorry, sorry." Olav closed his eyes and let his clear spunk drip on Colin's neck and shoulders.
Gunnar was getting close too, looking at his young cousin spunking hands-free just beside Colin's neck and upper body while he increased the rate of fucking. He collected as much as possible of Olav's cum and used it on Colin's nipples before he fed him with his piss-brother's last drops.
"Come on, Gunnar. We can do it together, man! We'll do it together! Fill me now, fill me!" Colin tried to use his arse-muscles but this cock was too big. But just as Gunnar stopped to enter him again for the last time, Colin erupted with a howl. "I'm cumming, guys. I'm ready, ready..." His white cream, still a pretty big load, hit both himself and Olav.
Gunnar felt the boy trembling and placed his 12 inches (30 cm) into the lad and there he started his pumping. He had saved his load for some days, he told Colin afterwards, and now the youngster could feel the eruption, again and again like a warm flood.
With his cock still inside, Gunner let Colin's upper body lay down. "Take care of the juices, Olav! The bed you know." Gunnar spread his legs. Olav used his tongue and his lips and collected the white cream both from his brother and his cousin.
Gunnar spread out between the two youngsters and hugged them tight. "No cock for you today, brother," Colin said as he looked at Olav. "Just wait until tonight, eh?" Colin tickled his blushing boy-friend.
"Does your old uncle at home still wash you like when you were a kid?" Olav asked his cousin.
"Yes, he does. It's a ritual we have every Saturday when I'm home. We both like it. He keeps the old wooden bathtub ready, and a set of clean clothes." Gunnar sounded a bit embarrassed. "He washes me all over, applies some moisturising cream and then wraps me in a huge towel in front of the open fireplace."
"He makes love to you, Gunnar?" Colin put an arm around the huge Viking.
"No baby, not like that. Well, one time when I was younger he had to clean me a second time because I shot a load while he was drying me but that's all!" Gunnar grinned.
"Okay, you stallion. I think we have to do the cleaning today then. Come on, brother. Let's get this hunk into the bathtub here before we starve to death." Colin opened the bathroom door.
"You two, get in the tub!" Gunnar commanded. "Kneel!" The man lifted his half-hard cock, pulled back his foreskin, pushed his hips forward and started to send his yellow fluid over the two kneeling lads that waited with open mouths. When the pressure dropped he pissed directly into the mouths of the two. Soaked and smiling the two stood up and pointed at the space between them. Gunnar tried to sit down, with his legs hanging over the side of the bathtub.
The two youngsters, Colin again hard and Olav close too, gave Gunnar back more than he gave them. Colin held Gunnar's head tight before the two put their cocks inside the waiting lips. The Viking did not manage both floods so his body ended up drenched in warm liquid even though he had gulped and swallowed as much as he could.
The three newly washed and dressed up guys were happy for their supper in the combined pub and restaurant. The local guys standing around the bar looked at the newcomers and lifted their glasses in welcome.
Tomato soup, steak pie with mash twice, and a rhubarb crumble dessert made Colin lean back and clap his bare stomach. "Guess this will do until breakfast," he proclaimed.
A man about Gunnar's age entered the pub and looked around. With a huge smile he came up to the table. Gunnar stood up and the two hugged like the old friends they were.
"Nice to see you, Sandy, I didn't expect to see you are here tonight." Gunnar was surprised.
"I didn't expect to see you before the opening of the conference tomorrow. I'm down in Perth to see my old mum down the street." The man smiled at Gunnar and then looked at the boys. "Cute company, you old hermit."
"Yes, meet my Norwegian relative Olav and his Scottish...eh..friend Colin." The two gave the man their hand.
"More than a friend, sir. He's my chosen brother," said Olav. Colin met the man's eyes without hesitating. The redhead with his curly hair, freckles and snub nose was a magnified Charlie. Colin could not but smile.
"Sandy and I have met in Norway, working with reindeer preservation," Gunnar explained as put a loving hand on the man's shoulder.
"Please take a seat, Sandy. You'll take a pint with us, I hope." Gunnar gave a signal to the barman. Sandy stripped off his windproof jacket and showed off a hairy upper body underneath his military-style singlet.
"You are Colin, with the sports car outside?" The man smiled. "I think you have some fans out there - a bunch of lassies beside your car shouting your name."
Colin blushed and looked down.
"Go and meet them, Colin. Didn't know you were such a big star." Gunnar gave the teenager a playful punch.
"Cute laddie," Sandy said when Colin went out the door followed by Olav. "Both of them, by the way." The man winked at his Norwegian colleague. "You've been in their knickers, I bet." Gunnar did not comment.
Half an hour later Colin and Olav were back inside the pub, both very excited.
"Crazy girls! They were about strip you, brother." Olav sat down and found his lemonade. "And all those selfies, you are a star." He put an arm around Colin's neck.
"But I thought you promoted boys' underwear, Colin. No crazy boys out there then?" Gunnar was teasing.
"Aye, they were a bit shy in the beginning but when I found some jocks for them from my collection they wanted selfies too. Not shy when they stripped with the chicks around." Colin grinned. "Show them your pictures, Olav."
Olav found a set of pictures on his iPhone; Colin and two teenagers shirtless, the lads showing the Just Colin sign on the waistbands above their low hanging sweatpants, with screaming teen girls around them.
"You model full-time, Colin?" Sandy asked as he looked through Olav's pictures.
"Both Colin and Olav are full-time students," Gunnar stated before Colin could answer for himself. "Top students too, both of them, I've heard." Olav was close to Colin on the sofa. He blushed and put a hand on Colin's thigh.
"I guess you guys have a lot of things to discuss," Colin said. "We have a full programme tomorrow too, so we'll go to bed now, I think." Colin looked at his `piss-brother' who nodded. "We'll see you at breakfast time. Nice to meet you, sir."
"Lovers?" Sandy looked at Gunnar when the boys had gone.
"Yes. Lovers, boyfriends and brothers, happy kids," Gunnar answered. "Changing times," he added as he placed his hand over Sandy's.
"Aye, for the better I hope," said Sandy.
It was very dark. Not even a street light shone through the window when Gunnar opened the non-locked door to the hotel room. He stripped naked and found a place in the bed beside the two youngsters spooning as if they were one body. Gunnar had to touch the warm young flesh, carefully, very carefully. Colin looked at him with eyes like a cat, then he smiled. "We didn't expect you back so early. `The reindeer' sleeps alone, or?" Colin's lips met Gunnar's. "No hot business tonight?"
"Yes, hot business I hope. I can mate with the reindeer all week, now I want the calf." Gunnar had a finger inside Colin's warm back entrance.
"Be my buck, Gunnar." Colin found the Norwegian's growing phallus.
"Did Gunnar fuck you again last night, or was it this other guy, Sandy?" Olav sat beside Colin in the fast sports car heading west from Perth.
"I'm not quite sure, Bro. It was so dark. It was a huge stallion though. Thought it was a dream, but I was well creamed this morning." Colin grinned.
"I know, I licked you." Olav went on. "I dreamt you fucked me with a hell of a boner."
"Nightmare, brother. Nightmare!" Colin slowed down. The roads were turning narrow.
"We will make a stop at the farm where Charlie has his horse. He emailed me this morning. There were some problems with the horse and he has to go back to school this afternoon. He asked for a ride to Glasgow." Colin turned onto a gravel road.
"Cool to meet the guy that made me so damn jealous," Olav said with a grin. "He was all you talked about for a while, so I guess he's sexy."
"Aye, he is cute. Not as cute as you though, but he's a fucker behind the virgin look. But he's no longer available, darling. Gone! Taken care of by a Highlander, in his pocket and his trousers."
Colin parked his car outside the stable. The farm was a typical Highland farm but behind the barn was a lot of space for horses, many of which were Icelandic horses. Inside the nearest paddock they saw a tall bearded man dressed in filthy riding equipment, and beside him a redheaded youngster in work wear. The two were occupied with two horses running, neighing and stamping.
"Charlie?" Olav asked.
"Aye, and Neil, the man who owns the farm. He's a cousin of the university guards I've mentioned, and a great musician too. Charlie has his horse stalled here now. Charlie's newÉuncles...live in the village." Colin pointed at the village down in the valley, a village smiling in the sunshine on the beautiful early summer day.
"A marvellous place." Olav touched Colin's hand. "Is it far from the cottage you have told me about?"
"Not that far, but a long drive through the woods. Maybe we could have a sleepover there before you leave for Bergen. I'll have to ask Uncle George for the four-wheeler as the track is pretty rough." Colin caressed Olav's back as he spoke.
"Hey guys. Already here. Nice to see you." Charlie, the redhead from Newcastle who Colin sometimes called Horse-boy, climbed over the fence and met the two. He gave Olav his hand, before he hugged Colin. "Hot night on Saturday," he whispered.
"Aye. For sure. Still sore, eh?" Colin grinned. "How is the fucking going on here? I see your horse is more than ready." The stamping horse showed his fifth leg, as long as a man's arm, while blowing air out of his nostrils.
"Hector has been ready all morning, but the virgin mare is coy and won't let him mount her. But she's ready okay. I just checked her and she's dripping. Guess she is just ticklish. We'll just give them some more time." The youngster talked and walked like a trained horse-man.
The bearded man in his early thirties jumped over the fence as if he was a teenager. With a broad smile he met Olav and Colin. He hugged Colin tight, and let Colin present his Norwegian friend.
"You into horses?" Neil looked at Olav.
"Yes, I'm familiar with horses, but not Icelandic horses. I visit a farm with a West Norwegian horse from time to time." Olav met Neil's smiling eyes.
"A strong horse," Neil commented "Very strong and very reliable. Workhorse."
"Think I have to help Hector a little," Charlie said. "I have to talk to that mare, encourage her to let the `boy' get relief. You better stay outside, guys."
"Put on a helmet, Charlie. You never know with these horny `girls'." Neil handed Charlie a riding helmet.
The young, short horse boy climbed the fence and went up to the mare and talked to her very close before he tied her to a pole. Then he went up to his own horse, a very uneasy potential sperm donor, held his head and calmed him.
"He's a professional," Neil said. He used one hand and found Colin's buttocks. Colin moved a bit closer to the man but kept his arm around his `brother'.
The young trainee vet was careful as he found his horse's huge cock and collected some dripping fluid. Then he went up to the mare and let her sniff his hand. She raised her head and showed her teeth. At the same time she lifted her tail. That was signal enough. Hector mounted her and found the entrance for his spear. The fuck was done in seconds, three jerks and the love-scene was done.
Colin went up to his Hector. "Good boy! Nice eh! Clever!" He clapped the horse and followed him through the entrance to the barn and gave him some fresh hay.
"Well done, Charlie. You spared us for a lot of work. The natural way is the best." Neil smiled and looked down at his two young guests who struggled with heavy boners. He knew that horse mating could have effects on onlookers.
"You want to look around, Olav? Colin has been here before. You will like the horses we use for the riding-school, very calm and very easy-going animals." Neil opened the gate for Olav who looked at Colin as if to ask "Is it okay?
"Go on, Bro. Let the horse-boy show you around. Take a ride if you like but we have to leave in a couple of hours." Colin grinned.
"You fuck the horse-boy, Neil?" Colin was very direct. The man was still using his hand in Colin's arse crack. "Never, never. My cousins would kill me. Charlie is Doug's property you know, although he might let his brother borrow him from time to time I guess. You saw them on Saturday, didn't you?" Neil had a finger inside Colin's backdoor when Olav and Charlie waved as they rode from the stable.
"You didn't fuck me either and I haven't sucked your cock since my birthday. I'm curious you know." Colin cupped Neil's bulge.
"I shot my load while I looked at you being double-fucked, baby. It was a real hot show."
Colin opened Neil's belt. "I want you to fuck me now, stallion. I was about to cum looking at the hot show here a few minutes ago."
"Come on, boy." Neil placed a hand on Colin's shoulder and pushed him up the stairs to the hay loft. The loft was open and filled with bales of hay. Just inside the hayloft, Neil put his arms around Colin and just sniffed his hair and his naked neck. "You make me crazy, Colin. You'd make any man crazy." He kissed Colin's neck. The lad was just standing with closed eyes and felt the horse-smelling guy use his hands to caress his front.
"I always get horny in stables, Neil," Colin whispered. He saw a picture of a French barn when he closed his eyes. He also saw the hay loft where Charlie's uncle used the whip on him. Strangely enough he remembered the man's hard fuck more than the whipping. "It's cold here." Colin turned his front to Neil and gave him his lips while he pressed his little stiffy close to the man's hard bulge.
"I'll show you my secret studio. It's warmer there." Neil brought Colin to a ladder at the end of the loft.
Colin climbed the ladder in front of Neil. Half way up he stopped the boy and let him spread his legs. He sniffed the body in front, he used his hands to work Colin's crotch and he played with his round buttocks. Colin heard the breathing of a very excited man. "You like to look at my body, don't you? Colin asked, thinking about the time in the old rectory where the man had watched the fucking on his birthday.
"Aye, boys in tight denim are my favourite and make me dream of what's inside." Neil helped Colin to enter the room at the top of the ladder.
The small room was filled with electronics and a collection of guitars; beside these were two old leather sofas. The room smelled of hay and horse and dust but also had the smell of men - `loving men', was Colin's expression when he told his Daddy about the farm visit later on.
Neil hugged Colin tight. "Welcome to my nest," he said, before he locked onto the boy's lips with a hard and dominant kiss. "Undress me. boy. I prefer to work nude here."
Colin opened the man's plaid shirt and then helped him to remove his white Levi t-shirt. The bearded man in his thirties had a well-trained upper body, covered with short, trimmed, dark blond body hair. His nipples were hard after the removal of the cotton and the chest muscles with their very dark coronas just waited to be sucked. Colin let his tongue feel the erect nipples while he pushed the man down on a sofa. The riding boots and the tight condom-like trousers came off with some help. The hair on the legs was darker than the hair on the man's upper body and Colin could follow a darker path from his naval to the waistband with the text JustColin.
"I see you're dressed up for the occasion." Colin grinned. The boxers from his young-boy collection was not what he expected. The front of the tight thin fabric had two or three wet spots.
"A gift from Charlie." Neil blushed. His huge cock could hardly stay inside the underwear. He got up from the sofa and tried in vain to adjust his super erection. Now it was Colin's turn to lick and smell. He even found the cockhead inside the thin fabric and teased it with his teeth. The man moaned and had problems staying upright.
Colin was excited when he took hold of the waistband and stripped Neil of his tiny underwear. The youngster gasped at the sight. "Just as I remember," he murmured. A huge, very dark cock was free from jail. "Not easy to measure but probably more than 8 inches (20 cm)," Colin thought. He looked at the lefty in front of him. Not only a lefty, the cock was also upright like a hook. Colin had to pull it down to get it into his mouth. A taste of male, a taste of horny male filled his mouth. Colin had to squeeze his own cock as he started to open his jeans.
"Wait Colin, please. Fulfil my dreams." Neil pulled Colin upright.
"What's your dreams then, hot man?" Colin played with Neil's nipples.
"I want you strip for me. I want you to wank for me. I want to see how you empty your hard balls when you are really horny. I want you to cum for me. I want you to shoot your white load over my stiff cock while I wank as well. You know I'm not a shooter. A love it when a youngster shares his milk with me. You will do that for me Colin?" Neil was nearly begging.
"I need some music then. I've seen pictures of naked guitar-players, but never for real. Could be cool." Colin grinned.
Neil reached for an acoustic guitar and placed himself on the top of the back of the sofa still with a very visible erection. Neal started to play soft and tender, then harder and a bit more aggressive. Colin recognised the song as "Johnny be good."
Colin looked and listened with an open mouth. "Cool, man. Cool," was his only intelligent reflection.
Soon Colin was lost in his own world, doing a sensual strip combined with nipple-play and fucking movements with his hips. He had a very sexy thong on today, as if he had been prepared for this strip when he came to the farm. Now he lay down on the opposite sofa, spread his legs and put his heels on the edge.
Neil had the very best view of the teen's bulge and his naked rosebud. The tight thong ended just underneath Colin's hard balls. Colin squeezed his wet bulge with one hand and used the other hand to examine his boy-cunt; putting one finger inside and then two fingers. He moaned with lust.
Colin managed to raise his legs and free himself of the thong. He was completely nude in front of Neil now. He spat on his fingers, took care of his cock, and with a whine he pulled his foreskin to his pain limit. He lay down on the sofa now working on his front, and then again he found his love entrance. He was close to cumming when he realised that Neil had stopped playing with himself.
"What picture do you have in your head, baby?" Neil bent forward, taking care of his now dripping cock.
"I see your cock inside me, and then I see Olav and Charlie riding naked, and I see the horse-cock, and the two of them taking care of the horse, and then I see you drenched in my spunk É" Colin wanked like crazy and lifted his hips from the sofa. "I'll be cumming soon, Neil. Be ready." He went up to Neil and went on wanking close to his face. Neil used his tongue and tried to stimulate Colin's cockhead every time he revealed the head of his little prick.
"I'm ready for you. I'm cumming!" Colin cried. He pointed his cock at the man's now naked cockhead and started blasting off, sending volley after volley of white cream and covering the stallion's cock. Neil went on jerking his spear. The cock was shining with Colin's fluid. The boy liked to be cleaned so he gave Neil his dripping cock.
"I will ride you now, stallion. You can take me. You're ready now." Colin climbed onto the sofa, opened his arse-cheeks and lowered his body down on to the waiting cock. Neil had to use his hands to find the entrance for his `hook', as Colin later told his Daddy. Neil's cock was a dream for Colin, not too thick, and with a cockhead that lived its own life. The stimulation of his love-knot was extreme, and to Neil's surprise Colin was very soon hard and dripping again.
Colin went on for some minutes but Neil was not happy. His cock was not built for such an active bottom. "I want to see you now," he said to Colin. "I want to fuck you like a girl." The strong man lifted Colin and placed him on his back. He lifted his legs and put them on his shoulders. Then he penetrated the lad without any more foreplay and bottomed him again and again. Colin was close to heaven. He tried to squeeze the man with his arse-muscles but failed and so he just locked his eyes and let the stallion do his job.
"I'm about to cum now, baby. I can't wait. You want to drink my milk, Colin?" Neil withdrew and pointed his cock at the teenager's face and open mouth. He gave his cock the few last jerks and then he served his load. Colin closed his eyes just as two wanking youngsters suddenly arrived beside the sofa. Neil's cum hit Colin's face, his hair and his mouth. Minutes later Charlie erupted. His thick creamy spunk was different, and Colin smiled when he glimpsed the horse-boy' beside his wanking piss-brother' Olav. Olav tried to get closer to his friend and he also tried to let his cum hit Colin's open mouth.
"Suck me Charlie, and clean me Bro!" Colin was again in command. "And give me your cock again, Neil. I want more of your nectar."
Colin was happy to receive a nice load of cum. After using his fingers to scoop the cream which had missed his mouth and eating it, he smiled at his two young friends. They were fully dressed, with just their cocks outside their open trousers. "It's hot in here, guys. Why not undress both of you? And we hope for another nude concert, Neil," Colin gave the man his guitar and sat down with his arms around his two young friends.
"Okay lads, be my guests." Neil smiled. "Just a short performance before we clean up in the stable shower. I have a pot of Scotch broth waiting inside. We all need to have lunch before you leave for Glasgow.
"Sorry that I have to go to the University tonight. My professor needs me," Colin looked at his two friends, and he winked at Olav. The car was in the outskirts of Glasgow. "I'll drive you to the bus station Charlie, and then we find your train, Bro. Daddy will meet you at the station at the other end, and I'll be home tomorrow afternoon," Colin said.
"Remember not to tell uncle I'm here," Olav answered. "I want it to be a surprise for his party on Wednesday."
Bill had been waiting for Olav all day. He was nearly as excited as when he waited for Colin to come home. He was at the station twenty minutes ahead of schedule, thinking about the last time he saw his son's chosen brother. That had been in a Copenhagen taxi on the way to the airport. The youngster had played with his belt and teased his growing man-cock. He hoped Olav remembered too.
The Norwegian youngster hurried down the platform carrying a heavy backpack. On his head he had a NY-cap back to front and his fair, close to white hair, fluttering around his tanned face. "He looks like a fairy tale prince," Bill thought, waving and smiling. Olav was in his arms without shyness. Bill hugged him and met his warm cheeks, before he helped him with the heavy luggage. A well-dressed businessman just passed them. He was smiling too, but neither Bill nor Olav took notice of him.
"How was the train?" Bill asked. "Colin was unhappy that he couldn't drive you all the way today." He walked beside Olav as they went to find the parked car.
"Very fast and very good." Olav answered. "I chatted with a nice man all the way from Glasgow. He asked me about my visit when he saw the Norwegian flag on my backpack. He said he knew both you and Colin well. A lawyer he said, and just back in Scotland after a longer winter stay in Sri Lanka. He lives around here, I think."
They were about to enter Bill's car when a large black car passed them. A young coloured man was driving. He greeted Bill with a smiling gesture. The car's back windows were darkened so it was not possible to see who was inside.
Olav saw that Bill suddenly blushed but he was so excited himself that he didn't think about it.
"Yes, I know the man you met; a special guy. Colin likes him very much. He owns a huge estate here, but he has properties in Sri Lanka too. Guess he must have returned recently." Bill was uncertain how much to tell Olav about the eccentric artist and owner of Brickwall Mansion.
"The man asked me to bring Colin for lunch one of these days. He even gave me his business card. I said I would tell you, but also told him that I would be busy most of the week." Olav felt very comfortable when Bill put a hand on his knee. He moved a bit closer and spread his legs.
"Do we have a longer drive today, longer than we had in Copenhagen?" Olav whispered.
"No, son, we'll be home in a few minutes." Bill let his hand follow the inside of Olav's upper leg, all the way up to his crotch. With two fingers he felt that there was a small hard cock inside. He suddenly needed two hands for driving uphill to the house.
"You had a hard-on in the taxi, remember? It's my turn today, sir." Olav blushed when Bill stopped the car. He saw that the man tried to adjust his own crotch when he opened the car-door.
"Colin told me you met Charlie." Bill had to change the subject. "How was he? You liked him?"
"He was a great guy. He showed me the farm where his horse is stabled and we had a ride this morning." Olav was eager to tell. "Think he knows all about horses."
"Did Colin ride too? He doesn't ride horses very often." Bill suddenly heard his own comment which could have a double meaning.
Olav grinned and took the joke about his `piss-brother'. "Colin had some business to discuss with Neil, the owner. You've met him?" Olav followed Bill into the house.
"Yes, he's a cousin of the security twins at the university and a musician too. He played at Colin's birthday. Nice fellow. Has Colin told you about the first time he saw this man, in some church ruins up there? Colin was showing Charlie around the area." Bill carried Olav's rucksack into the hall.
"Yes, I heard that story." Olav was not certain if Colin had told Bill about the details. "Nice to be back, sir. It's been a long journey."
"Just call me Bill, or if you prefer, Dad. Since I'm Colin's daddy and you are his brother, then I have to be your daddy too, haven't I? Bill grinned and hugged young Olav again. This time it was a hug between two persons who were very close. Bill removed Olav's cap and used his fingers to comb the young man's hair. "Your hair is much longer than the last time I saw you. I do like it," Bill said.
"Colin said the same." Olav blushed and looked down.
Olav fell on his knees in front of Bill and opened his belt, before he unzipped him. "We stopped like this last time, didn't we, Dad?" Olav looked at Bill who stood in his own hall as if he was nailed to the floor. He did not speak when Olav pulled down his denims and his sexy underwear in one movement. The sight was what Olav hoped for, a huge man-cock fully erect, hard as wood with a glans ready to be sucked. Olav admired the weapon. He used his hand and tried to handle it, like he was measuring it; a thick cock, light veiny with hairy, hanging balls. Bill moaned with pleasure when Olav took his cock deep inside his mouth and sucked. Bill's knees trembled when the lad tightened his lips just behind his cockhead and gave the piss-slit a teasing with the tip of his tongue.
As if from another world Bill awoke, took hold of Olav's shoulders and lifted him. He kissed the boy deeply and felt his own man-taste from the young lips. "Please wait, darling," Bill said. "I'm not a teen, you know. If I cum now, I will be a bad host later on."
"But you made me so horny in the car and I've been dreaming of your cock all day, Dad," Olav whispered in Bill's ear.
"We'll fix that soon." Bill smiled. "If Colin was here, he would have said that he could eat a horse. I guess you are hungry too? Dinner is waiting."
Olav nodded. "I could eat a horse too." He still had his hands around the horse-cock in front in front of him.
"Okay darling. I will carry your stuff to Colin's old room, and I'll cook some rice while you take a shower. It's very warm here so you don't need many clothes for dinner." Bill tried to put his erection inside the tight jeans.
Bill had not yet calmed down but he organised the dinner and heard the sound of the shower. Minutes later he heard Olav calling. "Daddy, do you have a hair-dryer up here?"
The host pulled the chicken-pot aside when he understood that he had an excuse to visit Olav in the bathroom.
Bill swallowed when he saw the naked wet boy in front of him, trying to dry his hair with a towel. "Let me help you, son." Bill found a new towel and started to dry his son's boyfriend. Olav spread his legs and gave a signal that he wanted full service. Bill was easy asked. He took the opportunity to inspect the lad, now 20, but still boyish-looking.
"Not as muscular as Colin," he thought. "Some light hairs in his armpits, and his pubic hair could do with a trimming." When Olav bent forward to get his butt dried, Bill had a clear view of the hairless balls, and a rosebud all smooth. And when Bill pulled Olav's foreskin back to dry his cockhead, he guessed that the youngster's cock was very much like his son's.
It was not only water that made the cockhead wet, and Bill had to taste it. He used his tongue and then his lips. Olav moaned and pushed his hips forward. He also put his hand on Bill's head. Bill used his hands behind the round butt and let the boy mouth-fuck him. When Bill talked to Colin later that night, he told him that it took Olav less than two minutes to cum.
Olav filled Bill's mouth with his cream and Bill swallowed every drop and licked the small prick all clean. Then he stood up and deeply kissed the youngster who still had his eyes full of tears. "Better now, baby?" Bill whispered.
"Yes, yes! Thanks, dad, thanks." Olav whispered too.
"Here's the hair-dryer, young man. Dinner is ready so be down when you have dried your hair." Bill opened a cabinet door.
Bill swallowed when Olav came downstairs. He was barefoot and dressed in a tight white singlet and a JustColin bikini Ð nothing more.
"You are a marvellous cook," Olav said, he finished his third portion of chicken casserole. "Colin is right about that."
"And you are a marvellous guest." Bill smiled. "You want some of Colin's favourite dessert?" He handed Olav a slice of rhubarb pie with clotted cream.
"You like clotted cream, horny boy?" Bill looked at Olav who tried to cover up his new erection.
"I do dad, I do!" Olav blushed and went on with the dessert.
To be continued